Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Whatever response she might have offered is cut off when I reach up and slip my fingers into her mouth. She offers no resistance, although her hazel eyes blow wide in surprise. Her tongue twines between my fingers after a moment of hesitation, and her lashes flutter and close into an expression of bliss as she cleans me off.
“Good girl,” I croon, pulling my fingers free.
I sit back down in the rolling chair at the head of the table, admiring the view of her spread out in front of me. Fuck, if I could run meetings with a view like this…
She looks down at the tent in my slacks and slides off the table to her knees, crawling between my spread legs and sliding her palms up my thighs teasingly.
“Can I?” she asks sweetly, pressing one hand down over the bulge of my hard cock. “Let me make you feel good, sir. Please?”
Fucking hell.
I allow myself a few moments to savor the sight of her between my legs, looking up at me with that sweet little smile even with her skirt hiked up over her hips and the flush of her orgasm still staining her cheeks red. Regretfully, I pull her hand away from my cock and shake my head.
“As cute as you look, being bold and begging for my cock, I’ve still got meetings, Princess.” Although the temptation to clear my schedule grows stronger by the second. “And you still have work to finish so I can convince you to come home with me tonight.”
She chuckles at the thinly veiled demand and leans up to straighten my tie. I let her steal a kiss, savoring the quiet moan when she tastes herself on my tongue.
“Get dressed,” I growl, pulling away. “Before you get us both in trouble.”
She pouts at me but reaches down to situate her skirt before she notices something is missing.
“My—where are my panties?” she asks, looking around the room.
I grin at her, leaning back in the chair as I pat my pocket.
“Safe and sound with me,” I say easily. “You don’t need them.”
“But I’m at work,” she says, scandalized.
I arch a brow, looking down at her with a smug twist of my lips. “Unless there’s someone else looking up your skirt, I hardly see how anyone will notice. You don’t need them.”
Her face goes bright red, but she bites her lip and doesn’t argue with me.
“Yes, sir,” she whispers.
God, I’m going to die if she keeps being this good. Or maybe I’m already in heaven.
“Good girl.”
She stands up and tugs her skirt back into place, shivering at the way I watch every movement hungrily. As soon as she’s decent, I tug her back down for one last kiss, savoring the way she melts right into me.
We spring apart when a knock sounds on the door, seconds away from being caught when Sloane walks right in without waiting for permission. Riley’s lips are red and kissed raw, and she’s blushing up a storm, but I glare furiously as Sloane saunters into the room, perfume clogging my nostrils.
Riley clears her throat, not meeting my eyes as she gathers her laptop and notepad.
“I’ll leave the files that you wanted to review on your desk!” she says, a hair too loud and far too normal to be anything but forced. “Let me know if you have any questions, Mr. D’Amico.”
She slips out of the room before I even have a chance to scowl at hearing her call me that, even if I know it’s necessary.
Her nerves over getting caught are understandable, but I would never let anything happen to her. I want her to know that as much as I want everyone else to know. The territorial part of me would be thrilled if Sloane had walked in while I still had Riley on her knees begging for me, just to watch her face pale when she realized who Riley belongs to, but I know Riley would be mortified.
It’s best left to fantasy, even if I wish I could mark her as mine for everyone to see.
I’m growing steadily more possessive of her by the day, territorial enough that I want to snap my teeth at Sloane like a dog for daring to intrude.
Sloane turns a smarmy smile toward me, red-painted lips curving upwards as she takes a seat in the chair Riley was in just minutes ago.
“Mr. D’Amico—”
“Get up,” I snap, the protective part of me that wants to ream Sloane for every horrible thing she’s ever done to Riley preening at the way she jumps straight out of the chair like it electrocuted her. “You’re not going to be here long enough to get comfortable.”
She laughs awkwardly, her smile straining. “Sir?”
It’s almost funny how much I hate hearing that word from her mouth when hearing it from Riley makes me melt.